IC: Through the looking glass...

[thekingsgambit]

[So I guess it's still Halloween night and if you're leaving the mess hall after all that partying, you might now find yourself mysteriously situated around a loooong table in the center of the cornfield. Said table is decked out in a variety of tea cups in all designs and sizes, hundreds of little confections and cookies (each shaped like one of the four card suits) and equally creative pots of self-boiling tea. Oh, and Arthur is also sleeping in the center of the table, mysteriously wearing a striped collar of various shades of purple.

Each of our guests might also notice the intricately labeled name card in front of them and of course the new themed outfit they're suddenly wearing (or in some cases still wearing).]

Comments

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

I prefer normal-sized Nunnally.

[hopeisblind.livejournal.com]

I can be normal seized for big brother.

[Hugs him. :D]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Pets hair.]

No more cookies then, all right? Aa, at least for tonight.

[hopeisblind.livejournal.com]

Alright, big brother.

[Patting the kitty and being a very polite little girl]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[And CC has shown up as the Cheshire Cat.]

[hopeisblind.livejournal.com]

[Grinning at the pretty green haired lady]

I'm glad there are cookies for everyone.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I wonder if cats and hares enjoy cookies as much as the rest of us.

[hopeisblind.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, I think those do.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[hopeisblind.livejournal.com]

They look like they do.

[Eating more cookies. Sneakily. < <]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

Nunnally...

[hopeisblind.livejournal.com]

...

[Offers him a cookie?]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Takes]

No more, all right?

[hopeisblind.livejournal.com]

[Shyly]

Alright.